The walls were almost shaking with the volume of the noises that leaked through from next door. Sudden bangs and thuds, firework-like crackles and ripping and tearing and just a cacophony of sound. Meg lay in bed completely still, as if someone might hear her move over the din happening to the left of her. She didn’t want to even breathe too loudly, for fear of the unknown crashes. It was almost 3am and she had to get up for work in 4 hours yet she was too scared to really close her eyes.
There are four things that I know for sure.
I do not know who I am.
Time stutters to a hesitant pause when you see him. Across the wide open square, people stop in their tracks and there’s a wide pathway where you can run to see him.
You do not run.
The body had not been moved in over an hour. Someone should have been by to dump it in the river but no one had come.
This was very unusual.
Milk and biscuits, that was all they needed from the shop. She hadn’t even needed to take a bag, she was just going to carry everything the few streets back to the house. So when she stepped back through the front door and faced her wife with a bundle in her arms that was so very clearly not milk or biscuits she smiled sheepishly. As she should, because there was a tiny, snuffly puppy in her arms.
“What the fuck, Sarah?”
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